It's about Mothman, but it's not really a ficlet. Sorry
cornerofmadness, this came out as a poem. LOL go figure.
Original. Please respect.
Born in darkness, born of fear
Born when men were digging near
Some trees out in the night to make a grave
Later legend sprouted wings
As couples saw amazing things
And swore red eyes were features of its gaze
Gift to Heaven, sent from Hell?
Stories soon began to swell
Disaster seemed to follow in its wake
The creature flew, its eyes ablaze
And souls did perish in the haze
On a bridge too old to hold their growing weight
Is it portent, is it real?
Does its presence fate reveal?
No one seeking Mothman knows what's right
Should you hunt it, tempt your fate
Just remember, plan your wake
In case you clutch your heart and die of fright